Courage To Consign Poverty To History Dustbins

Courage to promote humility Courage to admit your mistakes Courage to embrace malleability Courage for noble stakes To die To tackle hurdles and obstacles that seem insuperable To fly high The flag of integrity for the vulnerable Whose predicament makes you sick Although your means seem puny Dare to kick Open the door of fortune to the many Who can’t afford a meal On their haunted faces no smile to file Cos to them no big deal Whether you flaunt designer lifestyle When their dreams grow leaner Insufficient sleep on bare floors squeezed in tiny spaces Like sardines when June weather stings meaner To rip traces of laughter from faces Weather beaten, hunger stricken By force of circumstance Poverty sunken In long distances they shamble for every conceivable circumstance Courage they demand From you, Mr Big Stuff Morsels of dry fish from resources you command Seizing poverty by its neck scruff Courage to consign poverty to history dustbins Where you can lock it up To assuage your conscience and atone for sins That fill up your steaming coffee cup.